THE JOKE DIED THE MOMENT THEY LOOKED AT THE BLOOD.
Loretta Swit sat across from Jamie Farr, the steam from their coffee rising like the morning mist over the Malibu ranch where they once filmed. It had been…
THE DAY THE STOIC COLONEL POTTER FINALLY CRACKED ON THE SET
The interviewer leaned forward, a mischievous grin on his face. He’d been asking about the early days of MAS*H, back when the cast was navigating the transition from…
THE TELEVISION ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS PRIVATE WORLD WAS A QUIET REVOLUTION
The rain in Newport, Oregon, has a specific kind of weight to it. It is not the dramatic, cinematic downpour of a Hollywood backlot, but a persistent, salt-thickened…
JAMIE FARR AND THE HILARIOUS WARDROBE MALFUNCTION ON THE MASH SET
The interviewer leans in, a smile already forming on his face as he looks at the veteran actor sitting across from him. Jamie, everyone knows Klinger for the…
THE DAY THE WEDDING DRESS MET THE MALIBU MUD
I was sitting on a plastic chair on a stage in a hotel ballroom a few years ago. It was one of those nostalgia conventions where the air…
THE DAY THE POMPOUS WINCHESTER FINALLY CRACKED ON THE MAS*H SET
I remember sitting in a recording booth for a podcast a few years ago, and the host asked me a question I’ve heard a thousand times: “David, how…
THEY WERE JUST ACTORS UNTIL THE CHOPPERS STARTED TO HUM.
The sun was starting to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Malibu hills, casting long, bruised shadows over the dusty ground. It was quiet there now, a…
THE DAY MAXWELL KLINGER SNAGGED HIS VEIL ON A JEEP
We’re sitting here in this nice, air-conditioned studio, and it’s easy to forget that MAS*H was a very physical, very dirty show to film. I remember one afternoon…
THE ARISTOCRATIC MAJOR… BUT HIS GREATEST PERFORMANCE WAS A HIDDEN LIFE
The world knew him by a specific sound. It was a voice that carried the weight of a thousand libraries and the polished brass of the Boston elite….
THE THEME SONG PLAYED, AND LORETTA SWIT FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THE SILENCE.
The sun was dipping low over the California hills, casting long, amber shadows across the patio where Mike Farrell and Loretta Swit sat together. They weren’t “B.J.” and…